After the worship service this past Lord's Day at Webster Bible Church, several folks in the congregation asked me for a copy of my dad's poem "Make Believe," which I quoted at the end of the sermon. Here is a copy of the full poem:
"MAKE BELIEVE"
by James W. Fletcher
I often watch my children play,
And how amazed I am that they
Are occupied for hours on end
By games that start with “let’s pretend.”
They play at “house”, they play at “store”;
They play at “school”; they play at “war”.
They play at “cops and robbers”, too—
There’s nothing little minds can’t do.
Yes, “let’s pretend” contributes joy
To every little girl and boy;
And drab and dull would childhood be,
If it were not for fantasy.
The thought that weighs upon my mind,
Is some don’t leave those years behind.
Concerning things “beyond the veil”,
They still let fantasy prevail.
They make believe religion saves,
And scorn the thought that sin depraves;
And so delude themselves within,
That God is dead or winks at sin.
They make believe there is no hell;
They make believe their souls are well.
They reason, under false pretense,
That works will be their sure defense.
Behold the final, fearful end
Of those like babes, who still pretend!
For in eternal things, you see,
There is no room for fantasy.
For fantasy oft times conflicts
With that which God on high edicts;
And fiction from the days of youth
Must not displace the written truth.
Because the Bible doth reveal
That mankind’s need for Christ is real.
Imagination has a role—
But not in matters of the soul.
And what of you, good Christian friend?
Do you serve God or just pretend?
Do you the Holy Spirit grieve
With service only “make believe”?